This is a song about "Dawson jones"

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes